It doesn't seem right that we're old enough to have kids.
Girl: Sweet! We made a baby!
Boy: Are we sure we did it right?
Boy: We should disassemble it, check all the parts, and put it back together.
{{alt-text: I bet my future kids will read this someday. DEAR FUTURE KIDS: how did you get internet in the cellar?}}

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BTC 1FhCLQK2ZXtCUQDtG98p6fVH7S6mxAsEeyWe did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus.This is not the algorithm. This is close.